When we search for true happiness
We start to think about loving and being loved.
And then I start to to empathize with both your strength and the weaknesses you tend to hide.
The flow of time, and the color of the sky
so as to not wish for anything
You, who cries and laughs with your true face is merely burning energy.

True happiness can't be seen by our eyes
But it is unexpectedly right by our sides.
What our cold-numbed fingers search for, are those familiar hands.
If it was a melody for you,
with philosphy, words and everything
I don't mind enduring a little hardship to protect them.

The flow of time, and the color of the sky- so as to not wish for anything
Because I love you, who cries and laughs with your true face
If it was a melody for you,
I'd keep protecting those philosophies, words and everything.
With just the truth of you being alive near me, I'm happy.